Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Calling a Code on Mom

Derek is continuing to amaze his surgeons with the progress he is making with his hand. We were told today that he is beating the odds. We already knew that. He was given less than a 50% chance of living when he went septic, and it was lower when he was first injured, and he's still here!

He is now wearing regular shorts, instead of his adaptive shorts, or "stripper" shorts as he called them. There are non-profits who take shorts, pants and shirts and adapt them so that our wounded have an easier time wearing clothing. With IVs, injured limbs, x-fixes, etc. they cannot get on regular clothing. These organizations cut along the seam and insert velcro so that they are easier to get on and off. Until yesterday, Derek was only wearing adaptive shorts. He is so pleased with himself.

Derek returned to the Matc today for the first time after his arm surgery. He cannot weight bear on the right arm for another 2.5 weeks, but he can do range of motion and stretching in his fingers, and he can weight bear on his elbow. He was able to transfer using just his elbow. Unfortunately, he got himself yelled at for not waiting for the nurse or corpsman when he returned. He pulled his chair up to the bed and simply started to hop up. He was told to always have someone standing there who can help him in case of a problem. Does he listen?

But he listened to Dr. West! He deserves a beating for telling Derek about the code they call for a combative or disruptive patient or family member. I don't know if the colors they use are supposed to be made public; therefore, I will call this a "Code Periwinkle," so that I don't give out sensitive information. Derek yelled it all night. Thank God the nurses like me and know Derek. If not, I think I would have been carted out last night. And all I did was sit in my chair in the corner.

Last night, Derek was on a roll. Krystina was rubbing cocoa butter into his scars in an attempt to soften them. When she got to his lower back near his shorts, she snapped his shorts, and he yelled out, "Help! Rape! I need an adult!" Of course, this just made her do it more and more. Then to annoy me, he started yelling, "Code Periwinkle! Help! No, Mom! No! Don't rape me! I don't want to ride the pony!" Before anyone gets upset, he is not making light of real issues. He is just having fun with us and doing his best to embarass me and get attention. One of the nurses walked in and asked him if he was really calling a Code Periwinkle on his mother, and when he nodded, she laughed and walked out!

The best was today. Corey the Corpsman left stuff on the bed, after I spent hours organizing and cleaning that room out. I "yelled" at him for it, and his response, "Wow. I'm going to go draft the commitment papers now for your nice little room on the 7th floor (inpatient psyche), and then I'm going to get a nurse to sign off on it."

Two minutes later, one of the nurses walked in with two syringes. She asked, "Which one is giving you trouble?"

Derek replied, "The top one," and pointed at me.

She turned to get gloves, and Krystina and I looked at each other like, "What the hell?!" Krystina hid under her blanket.

She came in to put something in Derek's PICC line to get it moving again, but the set up was just too perfect given what Corey said. Derek wasn't actually pointing at me, he was holding up his PICC line. We had a good laugh about it.

Some people walk by the room and look at us strange because we are laughing and joking around. I'm sorry if we bother you. Not really, but I needed to say it. We are dealing with this tragedy the best we know how. It could have been a lot worse. Derek said today that if he could go back and change what happened, he doesn't think that he would, because he thinks a lot of opportunities will open up for him.

Right now, he wants to open up an antique/pawn shop, be an extreme couponer, and stock pile for the zombie apocalypse.

And big thank you to one of the American Legion posts from Maryland. They came in and donated $2,000.00 to Derek. What a great group of guys!

So, that's all the news that's fit to print!

Saw this on facebook, and it fits Derek's journey right now.
Keep climbing! Don't stop! Climb to glory!

4 comments:

Continuing to pray!Romans 5:6-9 For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him.Prayer BearsMy email address

Lifting up prayers right now!Psalm 91:1-2, 4: He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust...He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.Prayer BearsMy email address

Thanks for the belly laugh you got me going on!! So glad you all can see the humor in all this! I so love reading your posts. You put into words what others I'm sure would love to. I'm praying the men with the white jackets don't come haul you away anytime soon! Derek and Krystine need you too much right now! Love the picture you posted as well....HOOAH!!

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About Me

I am a single mother to 5 wonderful children: Michael 24, Derek 23, Kellina 18, Ryan 18, & Sean 15.
On July 23, 2011 our world was changed forever. While on patrol in Afghanistan, Derek attempted to rescue another soldier and stepped on an ied resulting in several injuries, including amputations of the legs.
We survived a lot, and we are still climbing that mountain. Come climb with us!